It's here on my arm. It was the kind of thing you do on the spur of the moment - Fuck it, lets do it. Then you break up, but it's still there: a girl's name on my arm. (2004)

I cut down [on smoking], I'll have you know. I cut down drastically. After all these years, I've finally figured it out. It's really pointless. (2004)

It can turn a situation a little sticky. I changed it to Wino Forever, which is actually a bit more accurate. (2004)

We knew and were certainly respectful of each other. There was always the sort of promise, 'Hey, we'll get together and do something sometime.' I liked him. I …

I do not believe in recovery. The past with its pleasures, its rewards, its foolishness, its punishments, is there for each of us forever, and it should be.

You see, I have no real complaints of how you've left your past behind I guess what gets me worried is you've erased him from your mind.

The act of writing requires a constant plunging back into the shadow of the past where time hovers ghostlike.